John Bliven Morin

The Unicorn (part 2 of 2)

When he was old and children grown, his goodwife gone and all alone, by the window he sat forlorn, and lo! He saw the unicorn!

Next day the cottage, empty, lay; friends wondered how he'd gone away.His neighbor said he'd seen, in truth, Bill Bowditch, looking like a youth, in bright colors was young Bill adorned, astride a great white unicorn! Ne'er seen again by mortal eyesBill Bowditch passed to Paradise.